My Husband Wants Me Dead novel (Esther and Bradley)

Esther flashed a mocking smile and said casually, “Oh, sounds interesting. I could give it a try.”

Upon hearing that, Bradley slammed his fist against the crystal coffin. He warned Esther fiercely, “Esther, if you even think about taking your own life, I’ll bring Felix back and make him witness your decaying body day and night. He’ll watch your corpse rot, fester, and turn into bones!”

Esther maintained her composure and replied helplessly, “You don’t have to wait. You can do it right now. You have the power over all of us—me, Felix, everyone. You can do as you please.

“I won’t feel sorry for Felix. He’s stuck with a father like you.

“Being mute doesn’t change a thing. He’s still alive, and you can torment him as much as you want. If it pleases you, Mr. Bradley Warner.”

Esther’s words weren’t meant as irony. She had accepted her fate and saw no point in further discussion. She closed her eyes, awaiting Bradley’s outburst.

But to her surprise, the expected rage didn’t come. Instead, Bradley picked up a glass from the table and, rather forcefully, poured lemon water into her mouth.

Esther choked and coughed violently.

“I’ll arrange for

alone in the secret chamber. She stared at the room’s light,

paths with Bradley. What was even more disheartening was her past belief that it was love. If love meant confinement,

having taken precautions after Esther’s allergic reaction. He viewed Jasper’s message

Esther as

state, he dared not place anything that

“Drink.”

taking care of others, and his actions were

face and taunted, “So what if

would’ve taken a gun

he didn’t. He knows you are

a moment of contemplation, she spoke softly. “Jasper is different

locked eyes with Esther, his tone icy as he questioned, “Are you

me admiring another man? Does it hurt your